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Directed by The Twyford-Rigleys of Part Time Hooligan ()
Cinematographer: Stephanie Twyford-Rigley
Producer: Ryan Twyford-Rigley
Editor: Stephanie Twyford-Rigley
Color Correction: Tyler Byrnes of Polygraphic Productions
Cast:
Lance the King of Black Metal as Himself
Matthias Backwards as Himself
La Sinistra as Herself
Scott Johnson as Sweatpants Guy
1st guitar solo by Lance King of Black Metal
2nd guitar solo by Mike “Mykus“ Hickey from Venom!
Guest bass by Happy Chichester
LYRICS
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by guys in sweatpants
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off!
It started in Florida or so I was told
30 seconds in, it already sounds old
There’s scary Glen Benton, inverted cross on his face
If you ask me, he should be working at Subway
Glen, don’t you take it so hard
You would excel in the sandwich arts
Leave out the mayo for Satan!
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by dudes in sweatpants
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off!
Some pussy plays blast beats with club feet
I only listen to help me fall asleep
George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher belongs on a farm
Set out to pasture along with Chris Barnes
Perhaps they should go to Sweden
So far away I can’t hear them
They could be Entombed for real
I remember a time when death metal was the rage
But that time is over! Pleeease get off the stage!!!
And step away from the pizza
That is just for the bands on the bill
But here’s a couple drink tickets. You’ll need them!
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by guys in sweatpants
Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off!